"Cannes isn't about the movies. It's about branding, about banks, fashion, jewelry, drinks... It's one big brothel. Actors, they're all whores."
Christopher Puzin has five hawks patrolling the town's waterfront hotels, making sure pigeons and seagulls keep the fuck away.
The indelible pop icon passed away on Thursday at the age of 57.
We spoke to Kevin Blatt, the king of celeb porno, to find out how his business works and how the sex tape industry is developing.
Injunctions are being widely misused to cover up the indiscretions of famous people and it's about time we put an end to it.
Twenty-seven years after she transformed herself from a Canadian model into a bombshell all-American celebrity, Pam Anderson is trying another transformation.
A new gay-positive approach online doesn't hide the fact that tabloids still relish spinning stories out of famous people's sexualities.
It's cute to sell straight people cookie-cutter notions of the queer community as a group full of happy couples in love, but it isn't always helpful.
A well-tamed mane is key to a successful appearance.
He's got a big novelty certificate to prove it.
The author of a new memoir tells us what it was like to work at the place that gave John Lennon, Jackie Onassis, and Philip Seymour Hoffman their final sendoffs.
Back then, I thought True Religion was the epitome of sophistication. To pay $167 for a pair of jeans had to be cosmopolitan.
It could also cause their crappy pick-up lines to get splashed all over the internet.
Khloe Kardashian said on television that she was thinking about using a parasite to lose weight, but like a lot of things that get said on reality TV, that's a terrible idea.
Before Kim and Paris, there was Angelyne. The woman who pretty much invented the whole "famous for being famous" thing talks with us about her iconic billboards, God, and the time she had an out-of-body experience.
The Death Row Records mogul appears to have run a guy over with his truck after an argument at a Los Angeles burger joint.
If you've got the dough, you can be buried among the Hollywood elite in luxury cemeteries so extravagant that they attract graveyard tourists.
Being "famous" now apparently means humiliating yourself over and over like you're a perpetual game show contestant.
When Stoya told me Janice Dickinson writes an advice column for Michael Turnbull's glossy independent gay magazine, Loverboy, I died.
Scott Stapp's troubles continue, as TMZ released audio of a frantic 911 call from his estranged wife, in which she accuses him of claiming to be a CIA agent tasked to kill the president.
It's pretty unlikely that all these women have conspired to ruin the reputation of America's number-one Dad.
A group called Soulsaver distributes pamphlets about the evils of homosexuality and the rock 'n roll lifestyle.
He's really upset that a lawyer had the gall to call him "crazy."